Silent Crown Chapter 28: Shadow of Torture


   is just above the second floor. Amidst the sound of countless water collisions, the shockingly noisy sound of the piano spread from Bain's hands, spreading in all directions and down equally.

   The sound of the piano, which was originally like running water, suddenly became violent, turning into flames and lava, completely igniting all the disguise.

   "Write it out!"

   Bain stared coldly at the candidates under his feet, with contempt in his eyes as staring at dust. On the crystal-like floor, his shadow fell downward, like an indeterminate and terrifying creature, violating the law and spreading quickly. Come, pierced into everyone's shadow.

   For an instant, everyone straightened up involuntarily as if struck by thunder, and grabbed the pen.

   roaring like a devil's voice sounded from the heart of each examinee:

  "——Write down the most painful secrets in your hearts!"

  The harsh sound soared, like the friction between a chain saw and a sword!

  -

   "Dad, brother, I'm sorry for you!"

  In the examination room, a teenager who seemed to be about seventeen years old burst into tears and burst into tears, holding a pen and writing frantically on the blank examination paper:

   "I'm sorry, I'm not a good tool, I didn't study music theory well. I'm embarrassing my family... Please forgive me!"

   In his pen, the face of a poor family emerged. Hard work, borrowing a lot of money, and training the youngest man who is educated by himself. An older brother who took care of himself since he was a child, but gradually alienated him because of money when he grew up. And myself who can’t get good grades anyway...

   "Hahaha! You all deserve to die! You all deserve to die!"

   In the corner, a man with red eyes laughed wildly, holding a pen in his hand, stabs the air frantically in front of him like a knife, and wrote names on the paper.

   Harry, Ron, Hermione, Severus... all of the dozen or so names have a huge cross on them, like a death list. He slobbered, and grinned grimly: "Everyone is going to die! Anyone who prevents Master Draco from rejuvenating the family will die!"

   "Give me the money first, I want a deposit!"

   A small, thin examinee’s eyes flashed hot, and he wrote his plan quickly on the paper: "I promise you, all promise. As long as I get into the academy, I will help you steal that thing. ……"

  ……

   On the second floor, the examiners stared coldly at the ugliness in the examination room, and indifferently recorded their performance at the back of their list.

   "I didn't expect it to be a spy?"

   Someone saw the rickety candidate and shook his head coldly: "Transfer to the Discipline Department after the exam."

  The female examiner in charge of the northeast corner raised her hand: "Two of them were also found here. They were undercover agents sent by other schools to sneak into the academy."

  "This person hit his sister's idea? He has bad character, get out."

  "Character is a freak, get out."

   "There are even murderers? Transfer to the Police Agency."

  "This person forged the medical report and kicked out."

   This is the last difficulty hidden in this exam. Under the guidance of the music that unknowingly penetrates into everyone's heart, everyone will involuntarily reveal the deepest hidden secret in their hearts.

   Besides, this is a "shadow of torture" played by a formal musician. Even spies who have undergone counter-torture interrogation can't hide it, let alone a group of weak-minded minors?

   Bain smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth, and was stunned when he passed the young man in the center of the examination room.

   In the seat, Ye Qingxuan held his head hard, twisting in pain, as if struggling in a nightmare. The palm twitched, but he refused to grab the pen.

   His mind is resisting, strongly resisting the erosion of the music.

   "Sure enough."

   Bain sneered clearly and raised the sound of the piano: "Let me see, what shameful thing is hiding in your little liver?"

   On the seat, the boy's body twisted frantically, like a dying snake. Holding the pen in the palm of his hand, he refused to write a word.

  He is still fighting! Hard to resist...

   "Say it out."

   Bain growled, and the sound of the piano increased by two octaves, becoming more and more acute.

  "……"

   The white-haired young man was in pain, his body trembling violently. He was almost unable to bear it.

   "Tell me!" It was as if a demon roared in his ears, which was shocking. The sound of the piano became more and more loud.

   As a powerful electric current passed through his body, Ye Qingxuan suddenly bounced from the seat, his eyes pale.

   He still gritted his teeth and refused to speak.

   In the end, the sound of the piano was like countless pieces of glass shattering in an instant, and iron **** fell from the air, rubbing against each other... The harsh sound almost affected the other examiners present. Unknowingly, it has exceeded the safety threshold by more than three times!

   This is no longer a mild test, but a vicious torture against the soul!

   Even adults can't bear the terrible pressure!

   "Say it all!"

   Bain’s pupils turned blood red, containing the poison and madness of the whole hell, and the voice echoed in the young man’s heart like thunder: "Tell all your dirty secrets!"

   Click it!

   Like the last string breaking, the boy's body froze suddenly, holding his pen and opening his mouth with difficulty. He lifted his head, stared at the invisible sky, and rolled his eyes.

   Under the vicious persecution, his defense finally collapsed completely.

   "Yes, say it."

   Bain smiled happily: "Speak out! Speak out! The biggest secret in your heart... Put all your thoughts in the gutter! Under the sun!"

   Just as he laughed wildly, Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth with difficulty, praising with a painful voice:

  "——!"

  "……"

  In an instant, Baine was stunned: "...Huh?!"

   "I will fill the river and make it flow endlessly, for you, my lord, for you."

  The young man chanted intently, spreading his hands, and drew the holy emblem in the air: "Our Father in heaven, may everyone honor your name as holy! May your kingdom come! May your will be done on earth , As if we are in the sky..."

   In the afternoon sun, when the young man put his hands on his chest, he was moved to tears by the teachings of God and praised the glory of the Lord religiously. In the faint halo, his figure is like a saint... blame it!

  What the **** is this? !

   What the **** is this!

  What the **** is this!

   Bain's complexion changed from iron blue to red, and he felt what was called collapse...

   In the afternoon sun, the examination room was like a lunatic asylum.

  Some people cursed fate angrily, some shed tears in fear, and some greedily thirst for money. Someone was dancing a striptease while writing pornographic novels. Someone wrote with grimace about **** all the brothers and sisters who were fighting for inheritance with them one by one.

   Amidst the flurry of demons dancing, only the white-haired young man shed two lines of pitying tears, burying his head in copying the unworldly classics a hundred years ago, and engraving the dogma in every devout believer.

  ——"The Self-cultivation of the Clergy"

   His smile is compassionate, and his tears are compassionate, just like a perfect saint, like the Lord descending from heaven and falling on him. At his fingertips, an inconspicuous ring refracted the silver glow quietly.

  , God, praise you, Hallelujah! !

  -

  -

   Ye Qingxuan had a dream, and the dream was vague.

   At first, noisy sounds came from all directions, and pain filled my heart.

   But just when he was about to be unable to support it, all the noisy sounds suddenly disappeared, as if a dream bounced off external noises angrily.

  All the torture disappeared, and he returned to the church.

   In the afternoon sun, Father Banen held this classic in his hand, and his eyes solemnly guided him to sing hymns. The elegant poetry almost moved Ye Qingxuan to tears.

   He was immersed in this strange touch, praising this great **** loudly, and couldn't help himself. Work hard to copy the teachings of God and the famous sayings of the saints.

  In this dream, everything seems to be normal, except that the ring is slightly hot, shining strange light.

  -

   It was already early afternoon when he woke up, and it was almost evening.

   He found that he was no longer in a certain examination room, but leaning on a soft chair, which was in a certain office, spacious and bright.

   Opposite him, Bann put down the rattle in his hand and gave him a hard look.

   "Ye Qingxuan?" he asked.

   Ye Qingxuan nodded blankly.

   "Congratulations, you passed the written test."

   Bain gritted his teeth and squeezed out an ugly smile, "Full marks."

   "Hey." Ye Qingxuan smiled embarrassedly: "Everyone takes care of me."

   Take care of your mother!

   Bain wants to lift the table again, recalling the scene in the examination room just now, he feels a little painful.

  What kind of medicine did this little neuropathy take? ! It is not enough for a person to inexplicably become insane, and become possessed by a god-stick. A dozen candidates with guilt in their hearts were affected on the spot. Everyone cried and held his thighs and prayed for forgiveness from the Lord, and then changed their previous mistakes... Then all the confessions written down seemed to have been washed by the Holy Light. The same, innocent like a little lotus!

  The Royal Conservatory of Music has a history of one hundred years! This test has been conducted more than forty times! This kind of **** has never happened before!

   Because of this bastard, this time the pass rate is over 80%! But this matter is still Bain's own self-inflicted, he can only swallow all the consequences by himself... The noble faction counterattack with great fanfare, because of the dean’s bastard's timely letting go, and this guy’s troubles, he can only end without disease...

   Thinking of this, Baine couldn't help but want to grab this little **** and beat him up. But thinking of the letter of recommendation whose true or false was unknown, he could only suppress his anger and squeeze out a smile that was more ugly than crying.

  Little bastard, don't be too happy. The exam is not over yet, let's wait and see!

  "Because it is difficult to gather teachers from each college, the actual test can only be done after ten days."

   He smiled strongly, maintaining a gentle voice: "In addition to exams, faculties and departments will be assigned on the spot. I look forward to your performance then."

   "Actual measurement? What is that?"

   Ye Qingxuan was stunned, with an ominous premonition.

   "Don't you know?"

   Bain asked clearly and was surprised: "The Royal Conservatory of Music always requires both knowledge and practice. Therefore, the actual test is also an important part of the exam."

  He paused, and said softly, "This link is mainly to determine the basic qualities of the candidates, as long as they can use the notes correctly and interact with the'ether'. But for excellent candidates like you Say, it’s not a problem to think about it."

   finished speaking, he glanced at Ye Qingxuan's eyes delicately, and sneered softly with a voice that he could only hear. Of course, people like you who have never interacted with the ether~IndoMTL.com~, of course, are different.

   Ye Qingxuan is petrified.

  After being silent for a long time, he asked softly: "...what if I can't pass it?"

   "Swipe it off." Bain stretched out his hands lightly, his voice cold.

   Ye Qingxuan was dumbfounded.

The meaning of    is not to wash the dishes for the Royal Conservatory of Music. If it fails, there is really no chance to wash the dishes! But the problem is that, except for the last time he was dying in the jungle, Ye Qingxuan hadn't sensed the ether for nearly ten years!

   "This... can't it be accommodating?" Ye Qingxuan asked weakly.

   "No way."

   Bain shook his head: "Have you heard of a magician without magic power?"

   Ye Qingxuan understood his meaning and fell silent.

  A magician without magic power is not a magician, and can only play tricks on the streets. In the same way, what does a musician who cannot control the ether have to do with the musician?

  Go to the pub to play the shamisen, isn’t it all right?

   Ye Qingxuan counts for thousands of dollars, but he didn't even count for enrollment and even asked for this.

   He thought he would have a lot of time to solve his problems after enrolling, but he didn't expect the test to come so quickly. He turned around in silence, and after asking where the Ether Ball was for sale, he went straight to the store.

   Ten days later, actual measurement. There is no time for hesitation and mischief.

   can only step on the door of the road of musicians through   .

   can't get through, everything will stop.


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